Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
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Directly towards the new created world , And man there placed , with purpose to essay If him by force he can destroy , or , worse , By some false guile pervert ; and shall pervert ; For man will hearken to his glossing lies , And easily ...
Directly towards the new created world , And man there placed , with purpose to essay If him by force he can destroy , or , worse , By some false guile pervert ; and shall pervert ; For man will hearken to his glossing lies , And easily ...
Page 159
Nor staid ; but , on the wings of Cherubim Uplifted , in paternal glory rode 220 Far into Chaos , and the world unborn ; For Chaos heard his voice : Him all his train Follow'd in bright procession , to behold Creation , and the wonders ...
Nor staid ; but , on the wings of Cherubim Uplifted , in paternal glory rode 220 Far into Chaos , and the world unborn ; For Chaos heard his voice : Him all his train Follow'd in bright procession , to behold Creation , and the wonders ...
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This said , he form'd thee , Adam , thee , O Man , Dust of the ground , and in thy nostrils breathed 525 The breath of life ; in his own image he Created thee , in the image of God Express ; and thou becamest a living soul .
This said , he form'd thee , Adam , thee , O Man , Dust of the ground , and in thy nostrils breathed 525 The breath of life ; in his own image he Created thee , in the image of God Express ; and thou becamest a living soul .
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Paradise Lost: A Poem, in Twelve Books |
| Author | John Milton |
| Publisher | L. Coffin, 1831 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | Feb 16, 2006 |
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